The next week after Illya revealed everything to Shirou, their relationship had somewhat changed. It wasn't shown to others on the outside, Illya was still the same playful girl who constantly fought for Shirous attention. However, when the 2 of them were alone, it was a different story. Illya showed more seriousness towards Shirou. She didn't exaggerate herself as much, she was living up to being the older sister. It wasn't like Illya became completely serious, she was still the playful mischievous girl he always knew. But Shirou did notice the more serious and melancholic side of her. One sunny afternoon, the 2 of them were alone. They were sitting in the living room, watching television. At least Shirou wanted to watch TV but couldn't. Illya kept quickly flicking through channels, making it hard for him to see anything.

"Boring, Boring, Boring." The older girl kept flicking through, unaware of the growing annoyance from her younger brother.

"Come on, Illya. You need to give something a watch. You can't call something boring when you only watch 1 second of it!"

"Shirou it's the stupid TV's fault!" She quickly turned the TV off, exasperated by there being nothing on the TV.

"Great, now what do we do." He could see Illya about to suggest something, but he quickly interjected before she could say anything.

"No, we aren't going to the movie theater again. We just went last week."

"Shirouuu, you are no fun. You should treat a lady somewhere nice every week. I liked the last movie we saw, it was very funny."

"Illya, the last movie we saw was a horror movie. It was said to be one of the most scariest movies of our time."

"It was pretty funny." She shrugged, clearly not being phased by whatever she saw on the big screen. The two of them sat in silence. Shirou was thinking of something to do with her. Yet, nothing was coming up on his end. Suddenly Illya looked at him straight in the eyes. Shirou knew what this meant, she was about to go into her serious mode.

"Shirou, could we go see Papa's grave? I never got to pay my respects to him properly. I never got to say goodbye." Shirou knew despite her serious tone, she was trying her best not to look sad.

"You don't have to ask, Illya. I should also see him. It has been a long while since I saw him." He got up, and the two of them made their way out of the house. While walking, Illya asked him a question.

"Shirou, why haven't you visited him for a long time?"

"I guess I didn't need to say anything to him. I miss Kiritsugu, but before he died I felt I said everything I needed to say to him." At least that's what he thought. After the Holy Grail War, there might be more things to say. Illya didn't say anything, as they made their way to Ryuudou temple. Kiritsugu was buried behind the temple. Old man Raiga had made the arrangements, preventing Shirou from worrying about the costs. The funeral wasn't that big, it was only him, Fuji-nee, Raiga, some yakuza members, and Issei's father presiding over the event. As they made their way to the gravesite, the two of them stood there. Shirou knew Fuji-nee would visit often, and sometimes wanted him to come along. He always declined, but seeing it again after many years was a bit of a shock to him. He looked at Illya who also stood there. He put his hand on Illya's shoulder, urging her to go on. She needed this more than him. She needed closure regarding Kiritsugu. She nodded, walking slowly to the grave.

"Hi Papa, it's me, Illya. There's so much I wanted to tell you. For starters, I hated you. I hated you for leaving me all alone in that castle. I hated you because I thought you replaced me. I hated you for so long, that I lost the feelings of love I once had for you. I thought if I found out you had died, I would be happy. Overjoyed that you probably died a broken and regretful person." Tears were forming in her eyes as she remembered her painful childhood. Along with the painful memories of the twisted sadistic person she became before Shirou took her in.

"But I want you to know Papa, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for letting others change my perception of you. I'm sorry for thinking you didn't care about me. I lost myself to my hatred, forgetting the love you and Mama gave me." She had a smile on her face despite streams of tears falling down her face.

"But I'm not alone anymore. I found others who care about me. Others who won't exploit me for their selfish gain. Especially, your son Shirou
Emiya. When I found out about him, I wanted to torture him. I wanted to make you hurt by torturing my replacement. Despite everything I did to him and wanted to do to him during the war, he forgave me. He forgave me when even I couldn't forgive myself. He has given me a chance and I won't let him down. I'll do everything right by him. He's one of my last links to you, I'll love him and help him as much as I can." When she said her last sentence, she was reminded of her lifespan.

"Which isn't a lot of time. I told Shirou this, but I'm going to die soon. I don't know how soon, but it will come. I'm scared, I wish I could have lived longer. Especially now that I have many who care about me, I don't want to leave them. I don't know where I'll go, but I hope I see you and Mama again. I hope we can catch up, and I hope I can apologize to you both for being a bad girl." She stood there in silence, as the tears kept falling. She didn't utter a word, stuck in the self-imposed silence she put herself in. She walked away, looking back on her papa's gravesite. With one last bow, she fully left the site. When she saw Shirou, she ran into him pulling him into a hug. At first, he was disoriented but quickly returned the embrace.

"Thank you, Shirou," she quietly said. She then realized Shirou also wanted to say some words at the gravesite.

"Oh, you should go see him. I can wait here if you want." Shirou nodded leaving to say what he wanted to say to his father. After a while, both of them left, returning home. The two of them once again sat in the living room.

"Oh, Shirou? What were Papa's last moments like?" He didn't have to think hard to remember that day. The memories naturally came flooding into his mind. Shirou would never forget his last conversation with Kiritsugu. The day he vowed to be the hero of justice his father failed to be. The day that solidified his ideals, and his life goal. He remembered the smile on Kiritsugus's face as he drifted into an eternal slumber.

"He told me he wanted to be a hero, but he grew up. I vowed I would accomplish his dream. After that, he closed his eyes and died with a smile."

"Shirou, you weren't phased by that?"

"By what?"

"Papa dying like that! Right in front of you, didn't you react at all?"

"I can't remember. I can only recall what we both said to each other and the peaceful smile on his face."

"Shirou..." Illya knew her brother was distorted. He had told her everything regarding the great fire that changed his life forever. So it shouldn't be that surprising for him not to react when someone in front of him dies. Even so, it still made her worry about him when he talked so casually like it wasn't a big deal.

"Illya, don't worry so much. I know what I described might sound weird to you, but I'm ok."

"I wish he was here." She decided to leave her thoughts on Shirou, quietly saying the second thing on her mind. It was barely audible to Shirou. In response, Shirou patted the girl's head.

"I do too." Despite it being an emotional day for Illya, Shirou was there by her side. He hoped she had gotten everything out of her system regarding Kiritsugu. There was nothing else he could say now, but hold her, letting her know he was there for her. And he would always be there until the bitter end.